1. Bandit my dog is an awful painter's helper. He took a fair amount of spackle off the wall in one fell swoop. He tried to eat the painter's brushes when he was washing them (right after he'd had his first bath in about eight months naturally). He drank the painter's Big Gulp because he left it on the table. He ate the painter's tacos because the painter did not learn from his mistake. And he ate numerous pieces of old (and new) baseboards like they were treats we'd bought just for him.
2. The painter is still willing to come back to do another job upstairs.
3. There are still people in the world with "work ethic." (I'm not talking about myself here. "Duh," you say.)
4. My kids *might* have careers in stand up. Or I'm unusually prejudice (most likely the latter and my kids will be living with me for a long time which I probably will not find funny at all).
5. The time between spring break and summer can be compared to the time between Thanksgiving and Christmas. It's painful for parents, kids, and teachers alike. The kids are done learning anything. So, naturally that's when the state testing occurs.
6. It is possible to overthink things. This can result in hours of time spent thinking and not actually doing. I fall victim to this phenomena a lot and it explains quite a bit about the status of my life.
7. When you've been married over 20 years another wedding and all the ensuing presents would be helpful and probably less expensive than trying to re-do your house with your own income. I am considering a huge 25 year anniversary party. I will not write Please no gifts on the invitations. In fact, I'm asking Prudie if it would be presumptuous and rude to register. At Target.
8. My entire paycheck has gone to Target the past few months. Wouldn't it be easier for me to just move in there? I guess I could offer to work a few hours, too? And promise to wear only red and khaki?
9. Netflix has ruined regular TV for me. It happened slowly, but I'm pretty sure now that I can't watch regular TV anymore. SPOILER ALERT. I knew something huge was happening on The Good Wife and I still finished Luther on Netflix that night instead. What's wrong with me? Then I read in the paper that Will died and I didn't really care unless I can watch it on Netflix. Again, Will's dead! What's wrong with me?
10. The kids have discovered the dog whisperer on Netflix. I've told you guys before how much I don't really like him? I mean really. If my parents watched the dog whisperer I think they'd think he was dropping acid (if my parents know what that is). But, whatever. The kids have told me that it's the owners that must be trained (yeah, I suspected a train wreck coming, too). And that *maybe* Bandit behaves the way he does because of me. So, basically the dog whisperer has taught my kids that parenting dogs and kids is basically the same. The parents will invariably be blamed for everything.
10. When you do home repair, maintenance, and painting it makes you feel good. It also makes you notice all the things you didn't do. How many permanent handprints will be on all the doors before we can repaint them all, too?
11. Painting also can make you want to clean everything. Remember about a year ago when I went bat $hit crazy and tried to organize every area of my house? Well, damn it if it didn't all get dirty and disorganized again. The hell? So, now I'm on a cleaning frenzy again.
12. I don't pay my house cleaner enough. She hasn't been here in a while because the chaos would probably give her a coronary and it takes everything out of me to clean the house. Aside from the fact that it's covered in a thin layer of painting dust/grime, I'm just not a good house cleaner.
13. I cleaned under the stove for the first time in about 11 years and there was an ecosystem growing under there. It was horrific, but I did find quite a few lost toys, magnets, kitchen tools, and popcorn from the early 2000's. No more gourmet popcorn for Bandit. Turns out he likes years old popcorn that's covered with goo just as much!
14. This motivated me to clean under the other three movable appliances. Not one of the five people I live with (or Bandit) noticed or cared that I'd done it. The hell? Lesson? Not doing it again for another 10-20 years.
15. After seven years of having three of our four kids taking piano lessons and all practicing on a digital keyboard, we bought a piano. Now, I've never seen the movie We Bought A Zoo (if it's on Netflix, though, there's a good chance I might see it someday), but I wanted to make a mockumentary for reality TV called We Bought a Piano. They're *kinda* like children or dogs. You have to take care of them, they respond to temperature changes, if you treat them right they can provide joy for you your entire life, they need annual tunings (sometimes more if they get sick), they're fragile, and they cost a buttload of money. I'm hoping this piano does not want to go to college.
16. I miss you guys a lot. I've vowed to be better about reading my favorite blogs and I've vowed to post more. But let's be honest. This might be my last post for a while or until I get out of rehab. Last night around 10:30 p.m. hubby and I started doing something we'd been putting off for a while. We had sex? No. We started Breaking Bad.
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